A silent poetess

 Her face is now plastered 

Inside my skull

Am not aware of her body size

Neither am I ware of her hight

She might be an American

Or Chinese, I don't care.

Am aware of one thing

She is mad in poetry

I can feel it, deep inside

There is a beast 

No matter how hard she trys

To keep inside

It keeps on unleashing 

Let it out not once and for all

Let it out not to be free

I can feel it, deep inside

She is the silent house on the hills

With an eye watching over

Breathing out what has not been seen

Sending back angels of death to their cage

She is the silent house on the hills

Protecting and guiding the lost sheeps

gathering them untill the Shepherd comes

Am only aware of her beautiful face

Facing the world to tell the reality

She is in danger

The beast is roaring from the inside

She seems cool, but she is on fire

I see her face 

She wants me to stand strong and face the reality

Fear is now all over me, am trembling

Shaking , how will I endure that monster

If she will unleash.

Her lips are dry but they speak loud 

Louder than John the Baptist.

I have no otherwise but to let her unleash

Her beauty to the world

When I will see her , I will never be afraid again.


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